3 Pages...(A SPII Sassy 3 Way Jakuper Collab-Shaniya Davis Dedication)

　

　

For every page turned.....a lesson learned....


Angel down...angel down
Her little body
sprawled upon cold dusty gravel,
not a sound
Electricity shimmering innocence
Naked and bare.....

Your background to spray
Artistic knowledge
And protection to hide
Under vulnerability
Shielded from repulsive un-civility
Plague infested society
You were her scriber of
Piety
Without a teacher
And failed her
You consented to them tagging her
Assented to them snagging her
Dragging her
Into a vandalized
Spirit
Too undeveloped to sidestep
Their evil
Swaggering
And the sketches of you drew her destiny
With krylon daggering
A wounded mural painted in pain infected
Grammar
Strangling her 5 years
Within a horrific memory
Spelling out
damn her
When the sketches of you criss-crossed
Her soul
The innate screamed and begged to console
A small glass life pipe
Smoked and choked you
Along with her
Into death’s
Swirling black hole.

For every page turned...a lesson learned


Victims..a by-product
of abuses,
sorry excuses,
overcrowded halls of learning
graffiti walled institutions
unfortunate destitution,
prostitution,
and/or drug pollution
so but damn

.....
where is the solution?

Is this just a sick world
summed up by hurt people hurting people?
While some people grow up with love,
some people are growing up
without love,
( feels like catching a baseball without a glove)
what she could have been,
what should have been;
like her mother, pain recycled
beaten, cheated
by 'her' mother's sins
....

and unbroken curses

Brother,
uncle,
close family friend,
themselves bruised within
yet... excused for starting the cycle again
Like it's a simple mistake we keep on
make-ing.....pray-ing it will stop
saying

...
things happen that way?

Why can't I get past this pain?
When can the healing begin?

A fist full of questions, and tears
about abuse over the years
Generations hurt
killed....by secret fears

The truth is a past
you can never recover..
God will take care of them,
keeping secrets
because 'we' love her or him,
but she is broken today
And...I'm sorry...I didn't know--
words we always say...

But who will wipe the tears
that spill...
and...Mame
and kill today?

So sad that 'she' couldn't be...
the change we wanted to see
Another page turned....a thousand lessons to learn

"On the wings of hope we rise and fly above our failures "

Forgiven for falling...so low
I know...I shouldn't be
but the price for what I did
was paid on Calvary
I just couldn't see
past my own MUSSITANT secrets,
or past my own
unpardonable misery

I could not escape.
I sold my self into slavery.
I sold my flesh into the slavery.
I sold my freedom
for a moment's high

It's just me, God...You and I
trying to EXCORIATE the loss,
counting the cost
in this one defining moment
....

and it was not worth it

Exiled into my own VERTIGINOUS prison
.....

trying to pick up the pieces of truth
I passed....by realizing
an eye for an eye
makes the whole world blind


Will I ever be ready to heal
For every page turned

......
only time
alone

will reveal

 

Dedicated to Shaniya Davis, Antoinette Davis, her unborn child and all affected by this tragic story that was written well before Shaniya’s tender 5 years.

 

 

 

 

CarissaR/Jakuper©2009